A young man was sitting in the car.
With his slightly fancy coat and long hair draped over his shoulders, he could be considered handsome, but something about his gaze made Ada feel uncomfortable.
It was like that of a hardened criminal pressed into a cage.
Repressed, yet crazed.
Faced with such a person, the switchboard operator wisely took a step back, watching him with a guarded look.
“Don’t worry, I’m not a bad guy.”
“I just saw you were alone and wondered if you wanted a lift.”
“But, it seems you don’t need one.”
As he said that, he rolled up the window and signaled the driver to drive off.
“Good evening, Miss Giselle.”
“Good evening, Edward, Bansey.”
After exchanging greetings, Edward’s gaze shifted to the man lying on the ground, claiming to be a speaker.
After scrutinizing the man’s appearance, the leader of the special operations unit immediately confirmed his identity.
The female pastry chef looked at Edward in surprise.
“This guy is an information broker, a middleman dealing in items that straddle the line between legal and illegal. He’s somewhat well-known in Newdeth City.”
“He’ll do anything that makes money.”
“But he doesn’t go too far.”
“Even if caught, it’s just a few months in jail, or at most a fine.”
Edward introduced the man.
Then, he turned to Jason.
“He claims he is a speaker?”
“The bastard behind the serial disappearance of women hired him to persuade you?”
The leader of the special operations unit asked for confirmation.
Right after Jason nodded, Edward grabbed the man by the hair and dragged him outside.
Jason and the female pastry chef looked at Bansey, who was also grinding his teeth with a puzzled expression.
“The racetrack guard is dead.”
“‘Ink,’ who interrogated him with us, is also dead.”
“If it weren’t for Miss Giselle’s call bringing the captain out, the captain would have…”
The sentence was left unfinished, but the implication was clear enough.
The female pastry chef covered her mouth, her eyes wide open in shock.
She had never imagined that such things could happen within the police department of Newdeth City.
Jason thought of the deceased Sundack.
Had things deteriorated to this extent?
About five minutes later, Edward returned, dragging a bruised and swollen Griffin behind him.
Even with a bruised and swollen face, Griffin’s eyes were still blurry.
He had to be confused.
He had willingly led the way only to be knocked out cold.
And then he had been brutally awakened.
If the knockout was so swift he hadn’t felt the pain, the subsequent flurry of punches and kicks assuredly hurt.
He had wanted to resist.
He couldn’t beat Edward.
Instead, Edward’s military combat skills had given him a savage beating.
That beating made Griffin instantly realize that not resisting meant just taking a beating.
If he had resisted, even if he hadn’t been killed, he would have been disabled afterward.
Under the glare of the light, Griffin struggled to open his swollen eyes and with lips bruised and purple, he flashed a smile.
But beneath the swelling, his attempt to widen his eyes was only a narrow slit.
And as his lips, tinged with purple, parted, it inevitably resulted in a grimace displaying his teeth.
Griffin couldn’t help but cover his mouth with his hand.
“Gentlemen, what can I do for you?”
“If it’s something I can do, I will surely get it done.”
“But… I don’t have money.”
Griffin said, maintaining his bottom line while covering his mouth.
“Who is that bastard?”
He had not interrogated earlier because he believed Jason had the right to know these things.
Hearing the question, Griffin answered without hesitation.
Edward, Bansey, and the female pastry chef all exclaimed in shock.
Seeing this long-anticipated scene, Griffin was extremely satisfied.
He had waited too long for this moment.
Why wasn’t Jason surprised in the slightest?
While Griffin was still pondering, he saw Jason stand up.
“What are you going to do? Don’t you know the reputation of Councilor Davide?”
Griffin said cautiously.